O hapless maid!
And wise as hapless! thou hast spoken long!
But if thou see’st the harm, why rush on fate
Even as an ox, whom favouring gods inspire
To stand by the altar’s steps, and woo the knife.
Cassandra.
I’m in the net. Time will not break the meshes.
Chorus.
But the last moment of sweet life is honoured.
Cassandra.